Last Sunday I went to your place Reminiscing the chaos in no particular order And it's all gone now The best part was making love with you And I fucked it up Because you're gone now Now I'm heading home I'm broken and sore Learn nothing more than I'm tired and worn It's just another day I'm all alone I'm on the floor next to the window I'm on the floor next to the window I'm on the floor next to the window I'm on the floor next to the window I'm on the floor next to the window I'm on the floor next to the window